Perhaps it was my 10-year-old brain convincing me that I had a cloak of invisibility, and that if I walked around inside the A&P while eating that honeybun I hadn't paid for, nobody would see me.

      Genius, right?

     Or, possibly, one of my...

      What I did for a pair of basketball sneakers is embarrassing to think about even now, 47 years later.

      For some inexplicable reason, Rockingham's lone sporting goods store - Currie's - ran out of  white canvas hightop Converse when they we...

      When Kevin Wood left his family behind in Atlanta and came to Durham last December, he was, he said, "stepping out on faith" that he would find the job that would allow them to be reunited soon.

      He didn't just step out, though: he st...

      When Lewis Grizzard was a renowned columnist at the Atlanta Constitution and I was holding down the obit desk there, he wrote a column about Elvis that said something like "If Elvis was 'country,' then my butt is a typewriter.'"

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      I cried because I had no Netflix - until I met some kids who had no lunch. Or dinner.

      Not as catchy as the original saying, attributed to Helen Keller - "I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet" - but the sen...

      As we all should do during this coronavirus crisis and beyond, I called an older friend to see if she needed help.

      By the time I hung up five minutes later, she'd helped me more than I could've possibly helped her: our conversat...